Castiel didn't bother to nod. He simply responded by lifting the hem of Joanna's shirt and kept lifting, pulling it over her breasts, her shoulders, her head. He dropped the thin shirt on the floor and placed his hands on her back, just above the waistband on her jeans and fell back into the long, long kiss.
He allowed the little sounds of pleasure to come. Her fingers teased at his skin, her breath was warm in his mouth. Castiel didn't want to think any more than Joanna did and she was doing a very good job at slowing his thoughts to a muddy crawl.